Chapter 55: Chapter 55: I'm Not Who You Think I Am

Avery

I clutched the daggers tighter in my hands. The handles dug into my palms as my gaze drifted to Simeon laying face up in the snow. His breathing was slow and even. But there was a reason why he wasn't waking. He hadn't had a head injury like me. His silver-white hair shone nearly white in the morning sun. 

Like if Simeon was the moon, then this Fae was the dark side of the moon. His dark hair hung past his shoulders and he had a regal grace about him that rivaled a powerful predator. Part of me was intrigued and the other wanted to put this dark Fae down as soon as possible before he harmed me or Simeon or anyone else. 

"What do you know about my mother?" 

"I know she never gave you her Fae name - Vanessa was the human one she told you." 

"So." I shrugged a shoulder, trying to figure out how to get Simeon and me out of here and snatch up some dragonroot in the process. "I was eleven when she died, never thought about her name at that age or before."